Post by december on Mar 15, 2009 14:48:20 GMT -5
talking to yourself is much more fun than talking to some other fleabag.
every other damn cat will insert their little opinions, little anecdotes about why this is like this or why that does what it does when they can't see that you honestly don't care. it's horrible.
every time I've ever tried to talk to someone about anything at all they always give me some little condolence if I've told them something sad or maybe a cliched cheer or somesuch transparent emotion to try and make me feel like they actually care. then it begins.
they tell be about how it's just like this one time that they were doing this or that or some stupid cats just start talking about their lives in general. I swear I can feel the seconds wasted hitting my ribs and stomach like dull food. heavy, useless.
so I like to play this game. start off the conversation, and count how many seconds it takes until they other cat starts talking without invitation about their lives. I've never made it past a couple dozen heartbeats.
so whenever I go out onto a dirty brown pathway as I am today, I have this kind of curious and angst-ridden feeling in my gut, that wonders will I meet someone worth knowing today? or will it be another waste of sunlight hours?[/size]
every other damn cat will insert their little opinions, little anecdotes about why this is like this or why that does what it does when they can't see that you honestly don't care. it's horrible.
every time I've ever tried to talk to someone about anything at all they always give me some little condolence if I've told them something sad or maybe a cliched cheer or somesuch transparent emotion to try and make me feel like they actually care. then it begins.
they tell be about how it's just like this one time that they were doing this or that or some stupid cats just start talking about their lives in general. I swear I can feel the seconds wasted hitting my ribs and stomach like dull food. heavy, useless.
so I like to play this game. start off the conversation, and count how many seconds it takes until they other cat starts talking without invitation about their lives. I've never made it past a couple dozen heartbeats.
so whenever I go out onto a dirty brown pathway as I am today, I have this kind of curious and angst-ridden feeling in my gut, that wonders will I meet someone worth knowing today? or will it be another waste of sunlight hours?[/size]